No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Jack raised his eyebrow with some surprise. He quite liked Alfred’s personality.

Since Alfred was already determined, Jack decided to agree with it. Hearing Jack’s conversation with Alfred, the two on the ground looked horrified.

The two of them exchanged a look, and they saw despair in their eyes. Alfred slowly turned around and retrieved a dagger from his storage ring. He coldly looked at the two of them on the ground.

He let out a faint smile, “It’s my turn after this!”

***

Not far away, the four who were originally sitting down and resting were already nowhere near as calm as they were.

he ground. Conor lay on the ground hopelessly. He clutched his bleeding chest as he breathed erratically. Blood

The three of them had lost any initiative in the ambush. On top of that, their opponents were incredibly strong. They were no match for their opponents at all. Even though their opponents had one less fighter than them, they could

man in a tiger mask quickly stabbed him in the chest. His blood frantically splurted out. After that, someone else had hit him in the chest, causing him to fly and crumple on the ground with

realized hopelessly that, unless a miracle happened, the

of Jack. He felt like Jack was incredibly lucky to have managed to avoid this. He even started to hate Jack for not being a

they would not have been ambushed like that, and would not have lost

had been acting, he would definitely go through excruciating

made a decision. Rather than

that moment, footsteps could be

looked towards the source of the sound. When they saw Jack and the others rushing

Jack,